fire island

a long, narrow strip of land southeast of manhattan
with the beach on one side, bay on the other,
and a boardwalk right down the middle.

angela snagged us a sweet, little house right on the beach for labor day weekend. :)
 

this little dude made the trip so much fun.
he was off leash the whole time and was such a good dog.
by the end of the weekend, residents would see him and be like, “hi henri!”


 

the bay side was filled with clams. we caught 69.


 

last remaining eight nine.

gina goes, “ha ~ this is missing newport logo.”
so i gave her this.

a few more pics here.
 

currently listening to:
bringing hall & oates back!
the lyrics are totally irrelevant,
but this is such a great summer song.

she’s a rich girl

bermuda

hamilton.


 

saint george.


 

fancily slapped together, overpriced, mediocre tasting food.


 

southampton beach.


 

happy birthday to me. another year closer to death.


 

called momma tonight. we joke around about death like it’s not taboo or tactless.
she said that when she dies,
she wants to be cremated and then have her ashes spread across somewhere pretty,
but not in the mountains because she’s afraid of heights
and not on the beach because she can’t swim.

i told her vi also wants to be cremated.
except vi said, “and then i want you all to put me in a pipe and smoke me.”
 

currently listening to:
the xx is top on my itunes right now. such a beautiful album.

islands